It was Friday. For the first time in months, Tristan followed his peers to the pub. He drank heavily and even shouted a couple of rounds into his social vacuum. In just a few hours, he'd be free. As he got intoxicated, he began baiting the Copywriter and got a pleasing reaction. For once the shoe was on the other foot.

He became increasingly bold, thrilling as the Sales Boys congratulated him on his wit. Goading and taunting, he gradually worked the whole room into laughter at the Copywriter's expense - tapping into deep-seated ignorance and jealousy of the creative function.

Then the Copywriter's mobile rang and Tristan elatedly accepted his first free drink since joining the agency. When he turned back, the Copywriter's furious face was only centimetres from his.

'Alright, Arsehole, if you're so f*cking confident, why don't you double our bet?'

Tristan did a clumsy mental calculation and ended up with his BMW, two weeks' holiday and enough cocaine to dust Danni's entire body. Swayingly he surveyed the assembly, alcohol burning in his ulcerated stomach. Suddenly, all became hushed.

'Doubleall yerbetsh? Yerrr bloody ONNN!'

The cheer was deafening. Tristan smirked at the Copywriter, who toasted him in surprisingly gracious defeat.

The summer sunset moiled huge on the horizon as Tristan slewed into his apartment. Chuckling and dribbling, he tore off his suit and slithered onto his cool Spanish granite. His pupils slid in and out of focus, then abruptly narrowed to pinpricks. At his nose was a tiny plastic toucan.

He scrambled to his feet and seized the mascot. Attached was a letter from Kellogs, thanking him for all the publicity and promising free Froot Loops for the remaining months of his contract.

Underneath was another Smeg printout, confirming that per the recent change in account conditions (as detailed in the brochure emailed to his work), his hopper had been refilled automatically.

Tearing at his face and hair, Tristan ran howling from the giant burning Froot Loop that filled his Western window.

Back at the office, his Help Desk Officer exited Smeg's Client Control Site and deleted her hacker's ID.

'That'll teach you,' she whispered.

The End.

Thank you for reading; I hope you're having fun. Next, 'Stumpy' the kangaroo souveniers part of my Holden Barina, east of Halls Gap.